Sienna Ryan

Name:	Team:	Age:	Gender:	Species:	Aura:
Sienna Ryan		17	Female	Human	Rust

Attributes

Mental	#	Physical	#	Social	#
Intelligence	3	Strength	2	Presence	3
Wits	3	Dexterity	3	Manipulation	4
Resolve	2	Stamina	2	Composure	3

Skills

Mental	-3	Physical	-1	Social	-1
Academics	2	Athletics	2	Empathy	0
Computer	0	Brawl	1	Expression	3
Craft	0	Drive	0	Intimidation	0
Grimm	0	Melee Weapons	1	Persuasion	1
Science	0	Larceny	0	Socialize	2
Medicine	0	Ranged Weapons	3	Streetwise	3
Politics	2	Stealth	0	Subterfuge	2
Dust	0			Investigation	0

Other

Merits	#	Flaws	#	Aura/Weapons	#
Resources	4	Insubordinate	1	Aura	2
Striking Looks	2	Short Temper	1	Semblance	1
Allies (Criminals)	2	Self Centered	1	Weapon	2
Acrobat	1	Overconfident	1
Armor (Modern)	1	Untrained Aura	2
	0	Reckless	1

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Advantages

Health	Aura Pool	Armor	Passive Defense	Speed	Initiative	Perception
9	8	2 / 3	2	10	6	6

Attacks

Name	Value	Notes
Brawl	3
Ranged	8
Thrown	7
Melee	5
Aura Strike	7	2 AP
All Out Aura Strike	9	No Defense 2 AP

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Semblance

My Way - Minor action (2AP)

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Effect: For [Semblance/2] amount of turns, Sienna’s feet are enshrouded in a thick orange glow. While active, her moment is allowed to be omni-directional, letting her run up, down and along a surface while ignoring environmental penalties. If she wishes she can also simply stand still on the surface as well.

If Sienna attempts to run on non-solid surface, such as liquid, she must pass an athletics check where she requires two successful rolls at the minimum. If not, it is treated as an immediate failure.

Physical Description

A fair skinned girl, Sienna stands at a respectable 5’10”. She has a pair of narrowed eyes, irises a deep blood orange. She has bob-cut silky silver hair, with the tips recently highlighted a rusted color. Her form resembles that of an acrobatic gymnast, toned and curved without much defined muscle.

Her casual wardrobe changes on a whim, thanks to her near bottomless pockets. But in combat she usually wears a pair of rimless, half-moon sunglasses and an orange fedora with black trim. An black leather reefer jacket hangs off her shoulders. Underneath is a white dress shirt, unbuttoned to clearly reveal her a little under her collarbone. An orange tie also hangs loosely around her neck, along with an orange, double-faced corset around her midsection.

A short black pencil skirt and leggings complete the look, with a pair of white and orange platform boots.

Weapon Description

Stevedore. An oddly plain weapon in the hands of a very vain woman. A compact submachine gun, about the length of her arm, with two grips fixed in the front and back. On the top is a large, circular pan magazine. At the end of the barrel is a notably large tubular compensator. When fired fully automatic, the weapon can easily be mistaken for a lawnmower with the intensity of the sound.

When transformed into it’s melee form, the weapon resembles a simple orange-tipped steel crowbar. Both ends sharpened to a fine point.

Backstory

What do you do when everything isn’t enough?

That’s the question that has been on Sienna’s mind for the longest time now.

She was born on a dark winter day, snow falling in sheets outside of the hospital. Small, cradled in her mother’s arms. The youngest of three children, born a decade after both of her older brothers. Sienna was… unexpected. A product from a late night romp both her parents had the Yule prior after becoming extremely inebriated. Neither of them had even expected themselves capable of even creating another child.

Both her siblings came to see their new younger sister, instantly completely taken with the new member of the family. The held her in their arms, coo’d and played with her. From the moment the three were together, they seemed to radiate this sense of comradery and warmth. The kind that only siblings could muster.

Her father never came to the hospital. Carran Ryan had more important events to deal with.

He was a businessman, the owner of one of the largest freighter companies in the whole Kingdom. Carroway Shipping, named after the city that it was based in, transported goods across the wide waters of Remnant. From it’s home nation of Vale, to the icy waters of Atlas, to the desert wastelands of Vacuo and the lush harbors of Mistral. If it was a cargo ship with Vale’s axes painted on the side, odds are it belonged to her family.

So the man didn’t come to see his newborn daughter. He didn’t even see her until the day she was brought home, a few weeks afterwards. As his wife was driven to their estate on Carroway’s outskirts, he looked at the small bundle that was in her arms. And even then, Sienna stared back. Blood orange eyes piercing his own. She seemed to be the reincarnation of her grandmother, Sienna’s namesake. Even as a babe she had a strong, unrelenting gaze.

This daughter of his was unexpected, a frivolity. The only reason they’d kept her to term was at his wife’s behest. But looking at her now, he smiled. He could work with a child like this.

And so he finally took her into his arms, and all of them walked inside.

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Carran had a plan. Carran always had a plan.

The man grew up poor, the son of a pair of migrants from Mantle after the city had fallen into disrepair. His earliest memories were eating boiled carrot soup in a small Carroway tenament. His own father was a dock worker and union organizer. His mother was a homekeeper who’d helped raise him and his own siblings.

He had clawed himself out of that hole and into opulence. Not just by being clever, but being careful. As kid he ran in gangs, stealing things and making his presence known. As a young man he spent the days rising keeping up a hard worker persona, while at night he’d regularly partake in the black market Carroway had to offer. Soon he’d built a proper mob.

As he got older, he used his illegitimate money to become legitimate. Carran bought the wharf he’d worked on, along with the company that operated it. He used his connections and skills to not just use the place as a cover for his other work, he turned it into a proper empire in it’s own right. By the time Sienna was born, the Ryans had amassed an extreme amount of wealth and influence. Basically everything that came into the city from the sea, legal or illegal, came in because of her father.

But this was a dangerous game, which he knew. And he took great strides to maintain a strong cover. Which Sienna was now going to be instrumental for.

Rowan and Doyle, Sienna’s brothers, he was already grooming them for inheriting his operations. But Sienna? He’d make her into a prodigy, an icon. The perfect little girl to be the face of the family. Because if the Ryans had an angel in the spotlight, who’d pay much attention to what was going on behind the scenes? Any smart man knew just how valuable PR was.

So that was that. Sienna’s lot in life was to be a pretty face to make her old man look good.

Shame she never really cooperated with that.

See, something that her family found out as she grew up. The girl was a living whirlwind. Everywhere she’d go; on the estate, in the city, in class, chaos would follow. Sienna would climb on trees, run amok in gardens, toss and destroy decor in the house. Her caretakers, many of them Faunus, often became her playthings. Riding them like horses and pulling on their ears. She was a hellion, a spirit of mass destruction.

Her bond with her siblings didn’t help matters. Both brothers took it upon themselves to bring their sister under their wing early. Whisking her away on little adventures and driving her never-ending thirst for adventure. While at her home, tutors taught her the arts and etiquette. When with them, she learned how to pick locks and hotwire cars.

This is also when they discovered Sienna’s preference to fighting.

Rowan and Doyle had gone to the Faunus district to perform a recruitment drive, both of them old enough to hold actual positions in the company now. It was where a lot of the workers in the docks hailed from these days, after the War many Faunus had settled down in the slums after failing to get a ticket to go anywhere else.

The place smelled like junk, and the people looked even worse. Sienna didn’t even want to be there, she’d been roped into coming by her old man to smile and wave to keep up a friendly image to everyone. But she played along, the older she got the better she’d become at playing nice for either of her parents.

After a while, from sheer boredom, she decided to walk around a bit. Try and see if there was anything worthwhile in this craphole. A few of the locals kids took note and began to follow her, cat-calling and whistling. She ignored it for a bit, until two of them came up to her and started hitting on her directly.

Her short fuse burned out quick, and she hit back. Literally sending her foot right between one of their legs. Before the other could react, she whipped a fist around and started pounding him into the pavement. By the time Doyle found her, both of her admirers were on the ground, rolling and clutching wounds.

She got dragged back home right after. Sat down in a chair and chewed out into a new era by her Father. Told off about how she acted, how she made him look bad. That she didn’t have the right to put their image at risk like that. But Sienna didn’t pay any mind to the lecture, she was too focused on the fight. The feeling she had throwing her fists and tossing those two rats around.

It felt good. Really, really good.

As a punishment, she was sent off to a finishing school in the city’s wealthier district. Banned from stepping foot in her home unless she had express permission from either himself or her mother. Sienna was going to sit down, shut up and be the good little girl everyone expected her to be.

This had the exact opposite effect.

Sienna didn’t live in the house anymore. Even if it was in the same city, this reduced her already small amount of interaction with her parents to almost nothing. Hell, it made it easier for her to get away with even more junk. She just had to keep up a good act. Don’t cause any trouble on school grounds, and don’t get caught causing any trouble anywhere else.

So she did just that. The thirteen year old girl modeled herself after what her father expected. During the day she went to her lessons, smiled at the teachers, socialized and generally lied through her teeth. She even took up the violin, something her Grandmother apparently played rather well.

And it worked. Over the next two years she built up a pristine reputation, becoming that golden trophy daughter that the old man was so desperate for. Sienna became the center of attention by sheer force of will. She was a smart girl with good looks. A tongue as silver as her hair, a damn fine violinist and even a decent gymnast. She looked and acted like a prodigy, gladly taking any and all praise given to her. Center stage, right in the spotlight.

Didn’t change the fact that it bored her to death. In the end she was still just a shiny little doll.

During the night, though? Well, the she let herself loose.

She conscripted Rowan’s help and made him teach her how to fight properly. The burly man was a decent boxer, and probably could have made a career of that if he’d been born to any other family. Doyle later gave her a handgun, and taught her how to nail a target at fifty meters. They’d even talk to her about their ‘business trips’, shaking people down and helping manage the less than legal shipments coming out of the Port.

She’d dive into the city. Seeing all the rot and seediness beneath the glitz and glamor. So much chaos, so much craziness, so entertaining. Clubs and thugs, danger around every corner. It was liberating, letting herself just be terrible.

Sienna knew her old man would hate her being a part of this underworld. And that made her enjoy it even more. The city’s underbelly was a thousand times more fun than the sterile boring life of high society. The adrenaline she got from just going out and doing whatever the hell came to her mind was the best feeling in the world.

Then came the day she discovered her semblance.

Her fifteenth year. She was on a balance beam, practicing her routine in front of the rest of the class. A few kicks and twirls, trying her best to show off in front of the others. She wasn’t that strong, but she was flexible. And the looks on the other girls’ faces when she landed a trick, that resentful loathing mixed with envy. She’d be lying if it didn’t drive her.

She also focused way too much on it, and lost her footing. Sienna fully expected fall down and break her hip. Instead her feet remained glued to the beam, and she was standing on… it’s side?

She looked down to see a deep orange glow wrapping about her legs, keeping both of her feet planted against the wood. She wasn’t sliding down, she wasn’t holding onto anything. It was like they were both attached to the surface, not letting her fall.

The semblance broke then, and she tumbled down into a heap. But as she clawed herself up, her mind wasn’t focused on the fall. It was on the gaping looks all the others were giving her, eyes wide and jaws on the floor. Despite the bump forming on her head, Sienna grinned.

Oh, the fun she’d have with this.

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These years were the changing point in Sienna’s life.

It wasn’t just enough for her to sneak out and join her brothers. She was becoming restless, craving for any kind of adventure. The realization settled in that, in time, this was going to be her life.

Oddly enough, this was also the time she really built any relationship with her mother.

At first she did it at her brother’s suggestion. All three of the children had a tenuous relationship with their patriarch, but both Rowan and Doyle tended to speak highly of their other parent. When they had been born, the Ryans weren’t as well off as they were now. She’d been the one to care and nurture them, while their taskmaster of a father drilled them to be his successors.

Sienna wasn’t that interested. While she hated the old man, her mother was… a non-factor.

But they said she was worth trusting. And she trusted them with her life. So she gave it a shot, and began to spend the weekends back home with the woman. The person she didn’t know was the only reason she’d been born.

Scarlet Ryan had actually led a rather storied life.

She was an immigrant from Mistral. As a child she’d trained to be a Huntress, spending time in Sanctum before coming to Vale so she could attend Beacon. After that she’d spent years travelling the world, going off on adventures Sienna couldn’t even begin to believe. Fighting monsters and bandits, discovering parts unknown. Beholden to nobody and no one.

It all sounded like a dream. But, why would she throw all of that away just to be a dusted up housewife? When she asked that, her mother said it was because of her Father. He wasn’t always the cold hand that fed, a long time ago he used to be a decent man.

Money changed things.

Until she became fifteen, Sienna would spend her weekends alongside her mother. Raised by these stories of adventure. And through that, Sienna started to feel a sense of… purpose. A desire to do more than just do.

The day after she found out about her semblance, she rushed home to show her mother. Walking clear up a wall outside of the mansion. If it was her father, he would’ve screamed at her. Scarlet didn’t. She applauded. She was proud.

Gods, she never knew just how good that would feel. One of her parents actually cared.

When Sienna got off the wall, she spent the rest of the day sobbing in her mother’s arms. She let it all out. How she hated her school, how she hated her life. What she’d been off doing and how her brothers helped her. How she just wanted to run away and leave it all behind. She wanted to be free. She didn’t want to be a pretty bird trapped in a golden cage anymore.

She’d never really cried like this. Her father always said it made her ‘look ugly.’ After that she’d start begging, pleading her mother to save her from this. Scarlet, thankfully, complied.

Where her brothers taught her how to defend herself, her mother taught her how to use her semblance right. How to control it, master it. How to manifest her aura and use it as a shield. Her acrobatics melded perfectly with the semblance, and let her run free whichever way she wanted.

It made her feel happy. Not excited, not exhilarated. Happy. Another feeling she’d lost.

By the time she was sixteen, she knew what she wanted to do with her life. The idea of a Huntress was everything she’d ever asked for. Freedom and adventure, but an actual goal. Something other than dealing with the day to day as it came.

But to do that, she needed to go to a combat school. There was only in Vale, and it was to the North.

With the combined efforts of her brothers, her mother and her own lobbying. They were able to make Carran back down. In truth, he’d lost interest in the girl’s progress long ago. Sending her off to that finishing school was his own way of cutting her loose. If Sienna managed to make a name for herself as a Huntress, great. He could co-opt that fame into bolstering his own good reputation.

If she died? He had two heirs already.

Rowan moved to the Capitol to oversee the company’s holdings there. Doyle remained in Carroway to be his father’s right hand. Sienna went to Patch, to Signal.

And when she was seventeen, she’d go to Beacon.

Personality

To Sienna, freedom is the most valuable thing in the world.

On a casual basis she often views her surroundings, and the people around her, as playthings. Consistently bored and always restless, it's not above Sienna to outright cause some chaos so she can be entertained for a few fleeting moments. She enjoys the act of doing things outside of the norm. On a normal day, Sienna is social and rather affable. She's a gifted manipulator, a skill she's very well aware of and uses to her advantage. The girl can often get a sense of satisfaction from merely having people wrapped around her finger.

That isn't to say she's the most polite person. Sass and snark are almost reflexive to her. If she sees a flaw or feature, she does more than just point it out, she mocks it relentlessly. There's a sick joy she develops from just pushing people's buttons to the edge. Though she tends to not enjoy the repercussions.

From that, her moral compass can appear... mixed. On the surface she's a self-serving spoiled brat, one would wonder why she'd choose a life as hard as that of a Huntress. But at the end of the day she knows who's side she's on. She just wants to have a little fun along the way.

Notes

Untrained Aura: Shielding

Insubordinate flaw: Reflavored Control Freak

Submitted May 07, 2019 at 06:23PM by WesternDjinn http://bit.ly/2LvvvTB